the dance.

The moon’s dance becomes

A Rorschach test I fail. The Crescent

A hammock, to lie my hunched

Back down. Paddling against waves

Darker than this abyss, grander than

Galaxies. They can’t wait to swallow me.

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Whole.

March 2019

-b.c.

Have you read these poems?

• TRIBUTE TO SELF-DOUBT
• Burning blue at Fahrenheit 451 — was chosen the poem of the day, 22nd of March, 2019 by the Bridge.
• A few words on becoming “the food of worms”, a prose-poem

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